His Mate Or His Step-sister Novels & Stories

Aamon and I both answer at the same time. "Mates." "Step-siblings." Kai pauses and so do the others. weird silence falls over the group at our different answers. Shit! This only shows one thing, that we are definitely doing something together. What would step-siblings who are mates be doing on a far away island just the two of them. It just makes me feel awkward as fuck right now. "Uhm, which is which. Step-siblings or mates?" The brunette with short hair presses. Before I can answer, her friend Maya beats me to it.

He eyed me. "I spread out my clothes for your Killian. The floor is too cold for him, even though we are not together anymore that doesn't mean that I shouldn't care for..." I swallowed my words back before finishing. "doesn't mean that I shouldn't care for my step brother" Oh God! I hope this doesn't end up as my situation in real life. Imagine upgrading from Killian’s wife to his step-brother? That word "step-brother" never crossed my mind.

But I’m working on a plan—’ ‘No, Rig. Just stop and listen to me.’ I blinked. My sister’s normally sweet face was hard as nails, and her tone cold. She stared up at me with eyes that demanded my attention, even as they pleaded for my understanding. ‘You can’t do this, Rig. Even if she’s your mate… you can’t take her.’ I huffed. ‘What are you talking about? I know it’s going to be crazy, but if I can—’ “No, Rig. Listen. Stephen had a human mate too. And dad found out. And… look what happened to him.’

I almost forgot the reason why I couldn't be with him. “He is my step brother. My mother married his father. We can never be together. No matter if he is actually my mate or if I am marked by him. It's just wrong.” I scolded myself while my eyes couldn't stop staring at him. I was breathing heavily as he leaned closer. He started trailing wet kisses all over my face. As if he knew what could make me weak.

I apologized. "It's okay, you have the right to keep whatever you want to yourself." "No, I should have told you about him." I shook my head. "The thing is, he is not just my stepbrother. He is my mate too. Yeah, the moon goddess gave me two mates." "And I have been trying for the longest to let him know I feel nothing more for him than a brother and sister bond. But he doesn't seem to get that." I continued. "Mmn, I see. Maybe you should give him time to think things through." She suggested.

MIA’S POV Mate. The word echoed in my head like a cruel joke as I sat on my bed, knees pulled to my chest. My entire life, I'd dreamed of finding my mate - someone who would finally want me, choose me, love me for who I was. Instead, I got Rolex. My stepbrother. A man who saw me as nothing but a burden. "That's impossible," I whispered, stepping back. "I can't be. I don't even have a wolf yet. And you're my stepbrother—"

“Because she’s your mate.” I laughed bitterly. “Mates are supposed to feel something back. Ezra doesn’t want anything to do with me.” “You hurt her,” my mother said softly. “She doesn’t know the truth.” I stared at the floor. “And now there’s another wolf after her. A wolf who clearly knows more about her than I do.” “What other wolf?” I finally looked up at her. “His name is Ivan. He’s here for Ezra.” My mother’s eyes sharpened instantly. “From which pack?”

Step Dad shook his head in irritation, “You fool! That thing you're calling your mate is my stepdaughter!” He snapped, the word biting hard. Peter's eyes widened in shock as he glanced at me and back to his father. I could tell his sister's eyes were widened in surprise too, even without staring at her. “Charlotte is your mate, Peter, not this unworthy creature!” his mother hissed, her voice dripping with contempt. “Charlotte’s beauty is unmatched to this thing right here, her position as princess and daughter of the third late Lycan king makes her your perfect match. Your mating her is to bring love and unite the kingdoms together as one.”

"I don't take orders from anyone." He took another step. "Especially not a damn Archer." There it was. The contempt. Their packs had been rivals for years, following a war that had cost both parties great devastation. Her mother had warned her about Lockwood specifically, about what association with one of them would mean. Desperation clawed at her throat. She couldn't afford to disappoint her mother. Not again. Not after Ryan. "You're a Lockwood, you know what's at stake," she reasoned, stepping closer.

Chase thought. " You just walked away from our mate. You didn't even talk to her, what was that for?" " You gave me no breathing space. What was I supposed to say?" " Tell her she's your mate, what else?" Chase didn't reply. He had been staring at her for so long but he noticed nothing. Either she was way too good at hiding this mate pull. Or she couldn't feel it. Was there a mistake somewhere? She was his stepsister afterall. The moon goddess knew everything. She knew his mother would unfortunately pass away and his father would move on after 15 years and marry Sylvia and Anastasia would be his stepsister. So how was she his mate?